So Much Drama
Luniz Lyrics

Nik Nack is in the house for the four
I am introducing myself (Nik Nack) to all of you in the room.

My niggaz locked up left a kilo it's good as sold
My incarcerated friends have left a kilogram of drugs, and I am smart enough to sell it.

Stole Gumbo pot creamery Rise to the top
I stole a valuable pot and succeeded in life by becoming successful.

My limo even slide through on the late night for that high
My limousine driver is able to escort me even late at night when I want to get high.

I want to zoom zoom bumpin' Loonie Tunes
I want to drive fast and listen to Looney Tunes music.

Candy paint K 5 Bitches I stay high
I have a special type of paint on my car and I always stay high on drugs.

Playa hate Callin me a balla shot calla 'Cause I'm slangin' all the major weight Blam!!
People who are jealous of my success call me names, but I am successful because I am selling drugs.

Close the door to my residence, Po-po start searchin' low, but found no evidence, They tryin' to wash me an our county like Downy, Quick to pick a nigga Nack up like Downty, Don't clown me, Bitch!!
Police officers searched my home but found nothing illegal, they are trying to incriminate me like Downy detergent. I don't want to be disrespected.

Dike hoes want to lick my clit, But end up gettin' stuck in the gut, wit a dick, Down fo my shit, Tricks want to get em up wit me, Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked wit me, But I'm out on you hoes, Wit the 10 g belt, The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail, What the hell??!! what the fuck??!!
Women are attracted to me and want to have sexual relations, but I am not interested and only care about money. I am confused and annoyed.

Do you mean, Your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream, Oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop, Let yo nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped, By everybody on the turf, Oh yeah about that skrilla hell yeah that welfare check is mines on The first.
I am angry with a woman because her boyfriend is addicted to drugs and he stole my drugs. She is in trouble and people all over the neighborhood are making fun of her. I am happy to receive a welfare check.

It's so much drama in the streets, An I can't tell you why the funk be deep! Do you really know where ya going to, An do you like the things that life is showin' you??
There is a lot of trouble and conflict in this area. I don't understand why it is so deep. Do you know where your life is heading and do you like what you see?

Like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit, Post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone, Or this, niggaz add dirt to the list, Getaway clean, But one want to keep everything, He gots to cook it, 'cause we need the good shit to post, Tryin' to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke, But here goes 5 g's an dubbs, You can probably catch mo 'cause I chop slugs, Blood bubbles, so I charge it to the game wit no shame, Even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine, I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin' cool, (Why meee!!) 'Cause that 5 g's he gave me was boo-boo
Drug dealers often steal from each other, but if one keeps everything, they need to turn it into a more potent form before selling it. Someone claimed that their pot broke, but I know they are full of lies. We still made a lot of money even though I got a bad deal from someone.

Instead of sellin' mo cream, Niggaz is sellin' mo dreams, Lyin' juss to kick it sellin' weight wit no fiends, Now this is sumpthin' that I don't understand, Why the fuck would that nigga Master P call himself the Ice Cream Man, Bitch!! Don't you hear the muzik?? That's jankie as fuck, He musta been off the fluid, Niggaz steadily tryin' to take shit from the next man, Don't playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand, It's too much skrilla in the Land, Fo niggaz to be hatin', Captain Savin, I juss don't understand.
Many drug dealers lie and deceive to sell more drugs, and I don't understand why Master P would call himself the Ice Cream Man. Some people are trying to take what others have and must learn to appreciate each other's success. There is too much money to be made for people to be envious and hateful.

When I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find. But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind. When I wanted to bubble, fools start trippin' talkin' shit. They never woulda thought I'd be, the mutha fuckin' wit all of the grip. Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. Hoe's slobberin-obberin' in The O. There's only one Mobb man, don't hop on the back of the Ice Cream Truck an get yo ass booted off.
When I was younger, it was difficult to make money, but I was successful with my friends. When I became successful, others were jealous and talked negatively about me. They never expected me to become so successful. I tell some people not to be fooled by fake women and to stay away from the Ice Cream Man.

I can't stand punks on a man hunt, That destroy, Lay low, 'cause my four-four, Will make yo ass glow, like Bruce Lee woo, (Sho nuff) Since they bigga, Many figga that I can't throw, But they don't know about this bole-legged skinny nigga, Mad because I'm foldin' grip, Plus rollin' thick, Still up on that late night loadin clips, Holdin' shit, To myself, Shotgun bullets be bad fo them health, So save that gang-bang shit on somebody else, Where I peep thugs, Have drugs to sell you, Don't fuck wit the L-you-N-I-Z that's what they tell you, Peep the murder we wrote, We roll wit see-Note an Noo-Trybe to fools slide, At my show because I make the whole fuckin' O hooride Slide to get the remedy, M.D., Twamp, twamp, Make you want to pump, pump on the enemy, Been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day, Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like O.J., (Slang-a-gang-of-caine) Like the Cubans, They hate when I'm crusin, Don't fuck around an get yo life ruined fool, So take yo last look, You get yo ass whooped, Rolex took, 'Cause broke niggaz make the best crooks, You best look over your shoulder, high rolla, Wit that cola, 'cause my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does, No bluers or blunders, We fed to head wit mo bread than Wonder, An strapped wit a Mac-11 an go under.
I don't like people who cause trouble and cause destruction. I keep my weapons close by to protect myself. Although some people may think I am weak, they don't know what I am capable of. I sell drugs and have a group of friends who work with me. My music is very popular and makes people happy. I have suicidal thoughts, but I have someone watching over me. Some people don't like me, but I don't care. I am a successful drug dealer and will not hesitate to defend myself. I have many loyal soldiers who will protect me. We are powerful and wealthy.

It's so much drama in the streets
Life on the streets is full of trouble and conflict.

An I can't tell you why the funk be deep!
I don't know why there is so much trouble and violence.

Do you really know where ya going to, An do you like the things that life is showin' you??
Are you aware of where your life is headed and do you enjoy the experiences you are having?

Whoopty-whoop!
This is an exclamation with no real meaning.